a lebre em modo deslumbre
FEET
My feet go running.
I think they sing
A song to themselves,
A crazy thing of
"Run, run, run,
And keep to the track.
But don't look forward
And never look back!"
I ask my feet
"How do you know
That the way you are taking
Is the best to go?"
But a foot can't answer.
Each in it's shoe
Goes running onward.
I go too.
Frances Farmer
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